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Without a word. The time is mist. The branches twist against the sun. The leaves that left. Had to run. Without a word. Without a word. Without a word. Between the two. I'm losing you
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the branches bend. And the wind don't know your daddy's name. And the heart will break all the plans you've made. ♪. My love is bored. When it's ignored. A soldier playing with his sword. Our love is
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down the song you strum. And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings. No voice can hope to hum The last of leaves fell from the trees. And clung to a new love's breast. The branches bare like a
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Bài hát Far From Any Road - The Handsome Family. From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows. Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote. She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
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. Caresses the hills There is no returning. The seasons don't end. They just blow through the branches. And bend with the wind When the south wind of summer. Sings to the pines. And the faraway cities
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Let them go, let them go. Let them try their wings. Little birds were born to fly Not until they're home. And they miss their home. And it won't be long 'til Christmas When the branches appear
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calls me towards it, confounding destiny. and i can feel the madness inch by inch. the more i run the more i am convinced. a color all these like the branches glimpse. just like the saddle in the foggy
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calls me towards it, confounding destiny. and i can feel the madness inch by inch. the more i run the more i am convinced. a color all these like the branches glimpse. just like the saddle in the foggy
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. Who's Thirsty for Your Soul By the Branches of Enchanted. The Spell Will Cast on you. Under Bog You Shall Be Drowning. By the Singing of a Tree
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getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. I came across a fallen tree. I felt the branches of it looking at me. Is
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. I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. . I came across a fallen tree. I felt the branches, are
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found me!. So let the good times roll, oh. And let the good times roll. So let the good times roll, oh, oh, oh. Let the good times roll, oh. Let the good times roll. Leaves on the branches as the seasons
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Bài hát The Way That I Live - Ed Harcourt. I forgot love, the jolt from the kick. Gave me a thrill that I sorely miss. The branches I broke. The feelings I closed. That's just the way that I live
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Without a word. The time is mist. The branches twist against the sun. The leaves that left. Had to run. Without a word. Without a word. Without a word. Between the two. I'm losing you
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Without a word. The time is mist. The branches twist against the sun. The leaves that left. Had to run. Without a word. Without a word. Without a word. Between the two. I'm losing you
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The night sky is ever still as. Silence descends, the four winds. Becoming one caressing my. Naked body, and as you watch. The branches bend. Revealing all of you. Long lost, but never forgotten
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fine again, you see". It wasn't that hard. Remember, remember, remember, what about me? Now the sun has arrived and the birds that all died. Are alive and revived and chirping in the branches. 'Cuz
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you how to sing it out. Come on, come on, come on. Let me show you what it's all about. Reading, writing, arithmetic. Are the branches of the learning tree. But listen without the roots of love everyday
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writing, arithmatic. All the branches of the learning tree. But listen without the roots of love everyday, girl. Education ain't complete. T-T-T-Teacher's gonna show you. (show you, show you). How to
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All the leaves have been fallen off. All the branches are small. Burn the sky, clouds become ash. Fireflies becomes a star. What color is my sky painted?. What color is your emotion?. Close your eyes
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will sway and bend in the breeze. As the devil does his polka. Wit ha hatchet in his hand. As a sniper in the branches of the trees. As the vulture flutters down. As the snake sheds his dove